Lost in the Jungle Diary Day 5

I dreamed that I fell asleep during the final presentation of an organizational behavior course. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

It was not an ordinary class to fall asleep, but in a large classroom of more than 400 people, in front of everyone, wearing only a pair of pants, lying on his back on the podium, sleeping soundly, completely ignoring the professor's increasingly pale face and the growing discussion with those foreign classmates.

"Asian nerds", "perverts," they whispered.

I tried to wake up, but my hands and feet felt like they were tied, and I couldn't move. To be more precise, I didn't feel my body at all, so I could only lie on the podium sweating profusely, and let the disdainful white professor come forward and draw a big "F" on my face with a red pen. The "F" seems to have a very complicated stroke, and it has been painted for a long time, but it has not been finished.

Then I woke up, and the tongue of the little thing was gently running across my forehead. Seeing that I opened my eyes, he affectionately rubbed my eyelashes with his nose.

I felt so dizzy that I had to close my eyes from time to time so as not to be dizzy by the swirling treetops and the sky. The limbs were like a stone pier weighing a thousand pounds tied to each of them, and they were unable to move a single bit.

Judging by the cold touch left on my forehead by the tongue of the little thing, my high fever was even worse. My throat hurt like fire, and I could clearly feel my swollen tonsils touching the base of my tongue, making half of my throat feel as if it was blocked.

"Are you awake?" the girl's greeting came, as if it was all in her ears, and as if it was far away in the sky.

I was powerless to respond, and my hoarse throat couldn't make a sound at all.

A plain hand touched my chest, sensing the heat of my skin. After a while, the cold mountain spring water flowed through my lips, soaking my throat and fat tonsils like a red-hot iron, and my sore spots eased a little.

My consciousness wandered between half dreaming and half waking up, and I was groggy all day.

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Lost in the Jungle Diary Day 6?

A leaf falling on my nose woke me up, still weak, but not so painful.

The sky was pitch black, with a huge moon hanging in the middle of the night sky, and a few bright and dark stars randomly dotted on the night. I'm not sure exactly how long I've been asleep, so now maybe it's the fifth night, maybe the sixth day.

I moved my neck, which was a little stiff from lying down for a long time, and turned my head to look for the figure of the little thing, which should be the first to lick my face. I sat up, only to see the little thing crouching on the other side of the campfire, with an intermittent "whine" whimper from its mouth.

Her whimpering was accompanied by the voice of a girl crying.

"You'll be fine, you'll be fine, Aunt Shan......"

"You don't want to die......"

"I don't want you to die......"

The young girl knelt in front of the huge black bear and buried her face in the hair on the bear's neck. The giant bear looked at her kindly, and that look contained all the feelings of a mother for her child when she was dying: pride, love, worry, and reluctance. Her nose twitched, as if she wanted to touch her human daughter one last time, but she couldn't move until she finally closed her eyes.

I stood silently, looking at the scene in front of me, and I was also a little sad.

From knowing Xiong Ling to now, my impression of her has always been a more serious violent woman, admitting death, and will regard some inexplicable things as her own responsibility, carry it on her shoulders, and never think about whether she will be crushed. I have seen her beat up Yu Chang violently in order to fight Li, I have also seen her resolute charge in the face of the sea of fire, and I have seen her persistence in her mission when she was dying, but it is the first time I have seen her sobbing, desperate, and helpless in front of me.

At this time, she was like a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl.

Perhaps the loss of a loved one is like a mirror that can turn everyone back into a child.

Aunt Shan is dead.

As if smelling death, the strange birds around him were about to move. They had been waiting for a few days and nights, calling for their companions, and at this time there were at least dozens of them gathered around the campfire, and at first glance there was a black oppressive patch. A few bold ones came up and tried to peck at Aunt Shan's broad back.

I was about to go up and chase them away, but the maiden took my hand.

She still had tears on her face.

"Let them be, Aunt Mountain needs to return to the arms of the gods. ”

The people of this era believed that their dead loved ones would return to the bosom of the gods as long as they passed through the self-cycle of the desolate world.

I was also confused by this belief at first, theoretically speaking, they believe in the totems of their own tribe, and those big demons with great mana are indeed like gods to them. But at the same time, they also often talk about the "gods". Later, I figured out that the "heavenly god" in their mouths is a bit like the "old God" in our Chinese's mouths, not explicitly referring to a certain road of immortals, but to all insects, fish, birds and beasts in this flood and desolate world, wind, rain and thunder, or rather, referring to the flood desolate world itself.

And being eaten by these scavenging strange birds is also a kind of self-circulation in the desolate world.

I think of the Tibetan people's tradition of celestial burial, which is similar to this. What's more, there is a real god in the desolate world, the father of the opening of the heavens recorded in the blood of all the first creatures, and his name is Pangu. If Aunt Shan took this opportunity to return to the embrace of Pangu, it does make sense.

Seeing that they were not blocked, the black strange birds instantly swarmed up, and Aunt Shan's huge body was instantly covered by the black pressed feathers. The smell of blood began to waft away, attracting more strange birds to roar to it.

Spirit Bear and I sat next to the fire, and the little thing was a little listless, and it lay on the ground silent.

The girl held her legs in her arms, her chin pressed against her knees, and looked at the firelight in a daze.

"I have a younger brother. "For as long as I can remember, my father died, and my brother and I grew up with Aunt Shan. ”

I listened quietly, and although I had heard similar rumors, I still held my breath and watched the girl pour out her story.

On the other side of the bonfire, flocks of birds fluttered and enjoyed a rare feast.

"My father was killed by a demon, and as soon as he died, my mother was forced to follow other men, this is the rule of the clan, women, livestock, and furs are all property, and once the master dies, there will be a next master. No one found it strange except me. ”

"Originally, my brother and I would have been raised by other men. They said that when I became an adult, I would become his belongings. ”

"I don't want to. ”

"Fortunately, there is Aunt Shan, those people, who think that raising two children costs food, and since they have a home, they will push the boat down the river. ”

"Even if this destination is a bear. ”

"That year, I was three years old, and my brother was younger, just a baby. ”

"At that time, Aunt Shan actually had cubs, but in order to feed us, she bit her own children to death. ”

"My younger brother and I grew up drinking Aunt Shan's milk all the way. You can't imagine how rebellious the life combination of a giant bear and two children is in the eyes of the clan. Although my father's comrades-in-arms took good care of us during his lifetime, the giant bear means Haji in the clan, means status and wealth, and naturally also means coveting. The giant bear should cooperate with the brave warriors to form the most powerful force in the clan, which is the consensus of almost everyone in the clan. ”

"It was Aunt Shan's death that forced me to die, and the commander decided to give 6-year-old me a chance, and agreed to let me participate in the Haji selection with my true skills at this year's ancestor ceremony. ”

"I work harder than everybody. I have been practicing fighting with Aunt Shan since I was a child, and I can fight three of the best men in the clan. I learned the art of hunting just to prove that even though I was a woman, I could be a good hunter. ”

"I can't become a man's property, I don't belong to anyone, I have to be strong enough to be able to protect my brother, to be able to stop other people, to fight Aunt Shan's idea. ”

"I train like a masochistic self every day, just to become Haji sooner and fight side by side with Aunt Shan. ”

"I waited for 10 years, and at the moment when I got my wish, I felt that all the hard work was worth it. ”

"This is our first mission. ”

As a result, she died like that. ”

The girl buried her head in her knees, her shoulders swaying slightly.

And so she did...... He's dead. ”

The flock of birds on the other side of the campfire gradually dispersed, revealing a huge set of white bones.